Written by yourMasterBaiter
Edited by the 'Erotic Confectioners.' Many thanks to Onyx03, Jasmine27, LaRascasse, and Luxx.
Tags: BDSM, Respect, Womens rights, MMF, MM, Group Sex
This story is a bit unusual. It's male dominant BDSM that advocates for women. Hard to explain, but women have rights and should be respected, especially if they are into being dominated and whacked around. Being a womens right advocate and a maledom sadist at the same time is... complicated. This story came out of those thoughts.
And while it is primarily good old fashioned male / female rough sex, it does mention male bisexuality. Get over it guys, suck some cock, and get fucked. It's good for you. But if you really can't get over a guy being with a guy, this story is not for you.
Oh, and as the title should suggest, the story is set many years in the future.
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She was obviously getting off on whatever he was doing to her, you could tell by her little gasps and moans, and tone of her voice when she yelled "FUCK!" and "Oh god!" and other words of joy.
I wouldn't have bothered checking in on them normally, semi-public sex is common after all and certainly allowed in my office building anywhere above the foyer. And I wasn't horny, having fucked a nameless coworker of mine in the shower after my lunch power walk just a few hours ago. It's easy to "get laid" these days. Women enjoy sex just as much as men do. Sometimes more, I think.
The changes that brought on the second American sexual revolution, strangely enough, started with a huge backlash against men disrespecting women. Back in the year 2017, a rash of men in powerful places were fired, castigated, and expelled from society for sexually harassing women. By the time it worked its way up to the rich and famous, men were running scared. If you catcalled a women on the street, you could expect to be spit on and roughed up. Rapists didn't always make it to jail, or survive in jail very long.
Men learned pretty quick to be respectful. And women loved it! They felt a little less afraid and more empowered. In control of their own destiny. And once men started leaving them alone, maybe they felt a little lonely. Or maybe they were always lonely, and horny, and were just scared to admit it.
Anyway, once men learned to control themselves, women started feeling more comfortable giving up control. The blockbuster film "THE CLUB" based on the real life secret BDSM sex club run on a strict platform of consent, inspired a revolution of women asking for what they wanted, with the understanding that they would be respected in return. People were fucking like never before. Combined with gays, lesbians, bisexuals and queers coming even more out of the closet, sex was everywhere.
So there was nothing unusual about a couple getting it on after work in the company lounge. No, the reason I was attracted was actually in what she wasn't saying: There was no "Yes!" or "Fuck me harder" or "Yeah, right there". Her cries were very passive. All reactions, no directions. That's rare. And a clear sign of my biggest turn on: A submissive women. Very hard to find these days.
Turning towards the lounge, I walked right in and up to their sofa. I would never be so disrespectful as to watch a women from hiding. I do suffer from social anxiety disorder, but it is a mild case and well treated via cognitive therapy. If it starts to become an issue, I just schedule a health care visit and go. A few sessions usually resolve whatever is bothering me, but sometimes it takes more. Anyway, we really don't have a peeping tom problem anymore. Or any significant mental health issues. Not since we got universal health care.
That was the other key event in our sexual revolution. Free treatment for mental health, STD's and unwanted pregnancies. No more untreated violent tendencies or paranoia or anxiety or anything like that. Men who used to rape either went to prison, were just killed by angry citizens, or got treatment. When it worked, they survived. Everyone was checked for STDs regularly, and treated at the first sign. In a matter of a few years, the rates of any infectious disease dropped to near zero.
Companies and groups jumped on the bandwagon, providing free condoms at most adult social activities and eventually, as sex became more public companies figured out how much it helped productivity, in the workspace. New materials made condoms more effective, and less difficult to wear. I still remember the first headlines for a church that had condoms at Sunday service. It was a Unitarian Universalist church; sometimes things happened after the kids went off to sunday school.
And speaking of religion, the right of a women to control her body, finally trumped the "right to life" movement. I mean, there are still a few around, but even they admit; a woman's body, anyone's body, is their property and they get to control it as they see fit. You can't force someone to donate an organ, or even blood; not even to save a life. So how could you force a woman to host a fetus she didn't want? Anyway, fetus transplants made it a pretty moot question.
Women had nothing to fear. Sex was no longer physically, psychologically, or socially dangerous. Getting fucked after work by some guy you sort of knew from around the office was common.
These two were fucking on one of the lounge couches. As I had hoped, she was being held down by the man, who was a big guy. He was sliding his cock all the way out and then forcing it back into her, with a little thrust at the end to really pound it home. His dick was as big as he was, with a very thick base so it had to be stretching her good, and it was quite long so it could easily have been painful for her as it hit her cervix at the end of each stroke. I thought I had seen him in the showers before. Hell, I might even have sucked him off; I am bisexual, like so many men today, and I really love cock. How could I not appreciate something that looked just like my own dick? I love my dick, and so it's just natural to like things that look the same.
But there really interesting point was this: Her hands over her head, pinned in one of his meaty fists along with enough of her long dark hair that her head was kept tilted up, exposing her neck. It was very kinky looking, very non-con, and weird to see in the office.
When she saw me approaching, she called out between thrusts, "I, asked, for, this"
"Of course," I replied "I only came over because this kind of scene really gets me off, may I watch?" A smile flickered over her sweat covered face as she blushed, and tried to nod. He nodded, clearly not caring and just wanting to get on with the action.
"And maybe jack off?" I pressed my luck.
She shrugged and warned "Don't, touch" before moaning as the man taking her hit his stride.
"Of course! Never unless asked." I nodded.
Undoing my zipper and pulling my shorts aside, I slid out my already very hard dick and started stroking it. The head was already covered in pre-cum and maybe a little post-cum from the shower fuck. I was amazed at how hard this sort of thing made me. A little embarrassed as well, I guess. Consensual Non-Consent is so rare these days and becoming out of style with the younger set. They see it as a holdover from the days of women being mistreated in our society.
The women being held down and fucked hard in front of me spoke up, her tone more businesslike.
"Hang on, love." The man on her stopped instantly, a questioning look on his face. "I love how you are holding me down, and god your cock is just pounding me so nice, but like I said, I really like it rough." she blushed again, "I know it's weird, but can you please hurt me more? Slap me around a little?"
It was obvious he wasn't really into that, and he looked around with a somewhat embarrassed expression.
"I'll do it" I volunteered, "and don't worry, no one is around they are all at the VP's birthday party." I waited for her to decide, and she looked at her partner, making note of the hopeful expression on his face, then nodded at me.
"Ok, but don't be weak about it? And my tits... don't ignore them?"
Throwing caution to the wind, I used my free hand to backhand her and said, "shut up cunt" using a word she probably hadn't heard in years. Totally socially unacceptable. The guy gasped, and started to get up. But she actually said "fuck, YES! Oh, god please fuck me!" He was a little freaked out, but I reassured him I wouldn't tell anyone. That didn't seem to make it much better for him, but he was still hard and in a willing women so he started pumping away.
I reached down and pushed her blouse out of the way, stretching the fabric as well as her permissions. She hadn't really said I could expose her, but I pretended her desire for breast pain gave me the right. Her moaned "Yes..." confirmed it. I found her nipple with my fingers and started squeezing it, turning to look into her eyes as I increased the pressure. It was easy to see impatience at first, then joy as I reached a level she needed. Her eyes rolled back and then closed, fluttering as I rolled her nipple between my fingers.
They say fortune favors the bold, so I decided to take it to the next level. I let go of her nipple, and as her eyes flew open, I raised my hand and slapped it down, smacking her tit hard.
"Fu. Uh. K!" she panted with each thrust of his cock. Fearing I had gone to far, I stopped and waited for her reaction.
"Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck... yesssss..." she panted. When her eyes refocused on me, I could see the excitement. She openly smiled, and nodded.
"Do that again!" she ordered. Smiling my little cruel smile, I slapped her face.
"I said shut up bitch!" I spat before I gave her other nipple the same treatment. She was whimpering and bucking under the guy fucking her like she was about to cum. He was looking away from us, at the wall and just using her pussy to get off, clearly not into our kink.
But she was into it. Very into it. I slid my hand up around her lovely throat, and a firm squeeze sent her right off. I found out a few minutes later that security, 2 floors down, heard her scream. She thrashed and bucked in the throes of that orgasm for long enough that they entered the lounge after she had recovered. She had to tell them she was ok and had invited us both.
Thank god.
I'm not sure her original partner even managed to cum. He left the instant security cleared him. I had apparently enjoyed a small cum just watching her; there was sperm on her shoulder and in her hair on one side. I didn't even touch my dick, it just went all by itself and I was so absorbed in watching her cum with my hand gripping her neck that a barely felt it. To this day, it was probably the finest moment of my life.
She was suddenly shy with me, another lost art, and it took her a moment to ask me if she could come back to my place. Of course I agreed and we held hands on the way out after getting dressed. We decided to walk rather than take the loop so we would have time to talk.
She admitted to enjoying being taken, used, and humiliated; to specifically enjoying some pain and being bound. She related all that in a business like voice; a little cold and robotic.
"I just don't like asking, I guess" she said, blushing at the admission "It's better for me if a lover knows what they want and takes it."
